Walking the dog one chilly night

Walking, walking,
just keep walking.
Through the cold,
through the wind,
through the never-ending storm.

The sun is setting,
lighting up the sky.
Fireworks of every shade,
splashing colors everywhere.

Hear the pitter patter
of her feet.
Feel her strain
on the leash.

Imagine running into,
the awesome pool of colors,
out of this desolate pit,
and Flying High.

Now she is running,
the leash slipping.
Let her go, let her free.
Doesn't she deserve it, as do we?

We must let go,
we must move on.
Walk, walk into,
the Sunny Night.


21 Nov. 2008